STEVENSON'S POEMS
TO MARCUS
You have been far, andJ
Been farther yet, Since last, in foul or fair An impecunious pair, Below this northern sky Of ours, we met.
Now winter night shall see
Again us two,
While howls the tempest higher, Sit warmly by the fire And dream and plan, as we Were wont to do.
And, hand in hand, at large
Our thoughts shall walk While storm and gusty rain, Again and yet again, Shall drive their noisy charge Across the talk.
The pleasant future still
Shall smile to me, And hope with wooing hands Wave on to fairy lands All over dale and hill And earth and sea.